Torch - Columbia lyrics

rate me

All I got is my word and my hoes

And I don’t break them for nobody

Tax season

Torch

I just left Colombia

I don’t fell in love with a Haitian

She a Haitian

She know I be coming up

Cooking up, all that stuff I say

Shh, don’t say shh

Waiting on, all night staying on

Bagging that, me and part of homies

Saw all the D-boys second rack

I applaud, caught that, I ball out

Used to watch, now I got that young …,

German lit, used to rock

First stop California then Mexico

All them bad bitches stay on point, Mexico

And them all say made …

Who fucking with me? Ain’t nobody

I’m Ghandi, I’m templar, my best stroke

My right hook just like Ali

Half the club on mollies, understand …

Will work my hobby, shit all niggas no party

I can make crack raw, crack raw, make you soda ice

Hit that black pot

Catch me on the back blocks

Don’t call my phone if your faggot ass hot

I could make cocaine, I just fell in love with a Cuban

I just left Colombia

Now we get a man by a magic tone

I could make cocaine, I just fell in love with a Cuban

I just left Colombia

Now we get a man by a magic tone